i’m an anchorcat. i sit behind a big desk looking prim and proper and pretending to be smart as i talk about whatever is going on in the big wide world. i’m supposed to read whatever it says on a piece of paper that they hand me, and i pretend that i understand it perfectly. but i can’t even read, so i just chat about the news that matters to me, like what’s for dinner tonight.
and the news is that we’re having angel hair pasta with shrimp and sun-dried tomatoes and goat cheese! what more news is there to talk about? i say yummy to that!
meow.
pamperedfatcat 